I don't own anything but my character Alex! Enjoy ;)

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It was sort of an interrogation day, and the next stop on the list was Del Rio's. Antonio, Joe and Dean walked into the The Casa, the Mexican restaurants owned and operated by Alberto. Once he scoped them out through the usual costumers waiting in line, he stepped out from the counter to greet his greatest adversaries.

"I take it you're not here for the Wednesday special?" Alberto asked.

"Depends what it is," Antonio said, a cheeky smile plastered on his face while Joe rolled his eyes, seemingly unimpressed with his partner's sarcasm.

"Got somewhere we can talk?" Jon asked. Alberto nodded, ushering the two to the back of the restaurant into his private office. He sat in his chair while both Antonio and Joe stood in front of him, arms folded across their chests ready for an interrogation.

"We're here about Damien Sandow," Jon started. "We find it strange that his body was dumped in front of your place on Fifth."

Alberto chuckled. "Somebody dies and suddenly you guys are looking at me?"

"Well it just so happens you and Damien chose the same career paths, if you could say that. Somewhere down the line he must have had full control over you before his untimely death. Look, we're not stupid. You two used to be involved in the past," Antonio said, leaning against the door.

"You got any information about his death? Anything at all?" Joe asked.

"Nope."

"You know anything about some guy named King?" Joe asked, his piercing grey eyes dead set on Alberto. But he shook his head, leaning his chair back. "I don't know anything... Look, I'm just trying to keep my ass out of prison and run an honest to God business this time around."

"You got nothing at all?" Jon asked, skimming through the various pictures and articles scattered along the wall.

Alberto shrugged, playing it cool. "I don't know anything... If I did, I'd be sure to let you know."

Antonio and Joe exchanged a look, turning their attention to Jon. "Then we'll be going... Thanks for your time," he said as he opened the door, the two following behind and leaving the office.

Alberto exhaled sharply as he pulled out his phone from his pocket, calmly dialing Colby's number while he felt like he was about to explode.

"Hello?" He finally answered and Alberto sighed.

"DEA was here... They were asking about Sandow... And you."

XXX

Alex walked along the side walk headed to East Brook Public School to pick Kylie up before heading with her dad for a couple days. Randy had called the night before, overly ecstatic that he finally got the promotion at work. Alex was relieved, hoping now he wouldn't be too occupied kissing ass rather than spending time with his daughter.

'I wanna take her for a couple days... I know it's not the weekend but-' he said but Alex interrupted him. 'Randy, she's all yours... She'll love it,'she reassured.

"We just keep bumping into each other," she heard Jon call out from behind her. She looked his way, slowing down for him to join her. "Or you're stalking me?" she giggled.

He chuckled, shoving his hands in his black jacket. He wore a grey beanie and his hood, covering most of his messy, sandy locks. "A cop with a dark secret... Sounds about right."

"Creepy, yet I'm not creeped out by you," she smiled, her hands deep in her jacket pocket and cheeks buried deep in her printed scarf as she fought the cold. Her long, dark cascading locks whipped around as the wind blew hard through her small frame. His gaze was intense as he admired this beauty so breath taking as she shuddered from the frigid air.

"I know how you can pay me back for that little run in the other night," he mumbled as they reached the school parking lot.

She eyed him, surprised he even remembered. "Come out with me tonight," he more or less stated.

A small smile grew at her lips as she slowly nodded, accepting his offer. "Sure, that would be nice," she said, her stomach in knots as his icy blue eyes bore deep within her own. "What do you have in mind?"

"There's this bar down the street on Seventh..."

"Big Al's?"

Jon grinned." So you've been?"

"Yep... Best place in town."

"Girl's got taste."

The two locked eyes for a moment, their expressions intense as the school bell rang loudly, signalling the end of the day. Jon could sense this magnetic pull growing stronger with each encounter, his attraction to this woman starting to scare him. She was a dancer, someone he was supposed to admire from afar. But he knew there was more to her and he'd just been scratching the surface.

The two waited along the brick steps, Alex seated and Jon leaning against the wall as she explained for first encounter at the famous Big Al's. "I had my first legal hangover thanks to that place. I had a pretty crazy twenty first birthday that ended in a brawl."

"All the best fights happen there," he chuckled. "I was drunk out of my mind and I got into it with this big brute. I got my ass handed to me... I heard I got a few punches in, but then it went downhill pretty fast."

Alex giggled, running her fingers through her tangled locks. "All the mighty fall sometimes," she shrugged.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better about getting my ass kicked?" He laughed.

She shrugged again, a cheeky grin plastered on her face. "If it works then why not?"

His oceanic eyes melded with hers for a second before the front doors to the school opened, children of all ages rushing out. Jon was quick to spot Cam and Kylie side by side, giving his son a nod. Alex rose to her feet, smiling as she saw the two together. "Hey," her sweet voice called out, pulling Kylie in for a side hug. "Hey Cam," she greeted the little version of Jon. "Hey Alex," he said back, following as they all walked towards their street.

"So what time's good for you?" Jon asked as he let the kids walk ahead of him.

"Eight?" She asked, watching him nod in response. "Her dad is picking her up at seven so that'll give me enough time to look decent." Jon wanted to scratch his head as he was left puzzled. She looked a hell of a lot more than just decent. But he nodded again, shoving his hands deep in his pockets as the two continued to walk down the street, every now and then catching a glimpse of the other one staring.

XXX

"They're on to you," Alberto muttered into his phone.

Colby rolled his eyes. "They don't even know who I am."

"You sure about that?"

"Positive."

"But what if they do? You planned for that, King?" Alberto gritted.

"I've got a plan for everything, Rio. Don't underestimate me."

Alberto chuckled like it was a joke. "Enlighten me, Lopez... Fucking enlighten me, because I'd like to know what your plan is for the Goddamn DEA coming around my place, trying to get information out of me?"

"You got cameras at The Casa?"

"In the front... Why?"

"Give me the tapes... I'll find out who these guys are, and I'll keep an eye on them. If they step over the line, I'll take care of it myself," Colby assured, knowing something needed to be done if these agents warmed up to Alberto, and eventually himself.

XXX

"I wouldn't take you for the pool type," Jon said, resting against the wall, taking a sip of his beer. He chuckled as he watched Alex strike the cue ball, sinking the orange and blue ball like a pro. "I take that back."

A smirk crept across her face as she stood tall again, grabbing for her beer bottle. "You better."

"You're pretty good."

"Thanks," she said, sipping her beer. "I'd say the same about you but you know, I'm kind of owning you right now."

Jon chuckled again. "Confidence... I like it." He placed his beer back on the ledge of the pool table, aligning the cue ball to the eight ball. "But I'm about to win."

As he missed his shot, Alex couldn't contain her laughter. "Did you really think you'd beat me?"
This time she made the shot perfectly, sinking the eight ball into pocket to his surprise. Jon raised his brow as she smiled his way, grabbing her beer bottle in her hand. "And there it is..."

Jon placed his cue stick onto the table with Alex following. "Didn't think you had it in you... I'm impressed," he said as the two walked over to an empty table beside the bar.

"That's what I do best... I Impress," she teased, cradling her beer bottle within her hands. "So tell me about yourself Mr. Shaw."

Jon sat completely at a loss for words as he attempted to delve into his head, figuring out what to tell her of him. But he could care less about himself. This beautiful, mysterious women sitting in front of him was all he wanted to hear about. "Uhm... I don't know what to say," He mumbled, "All I wanna hear about is you," he answered truthfully. He could have sworn a blush of red slowly crept at her cheeks. Smirking, he watched as she smiled, her head falling to her hands. "There's not much to me... As you already know, I don't hide anything."

"There's gotta be more to you..."

"Maybe you'll be the first to figure it out," she said with a tilt of her head and smile on her face.

"Maybe," he chuckled. Their eyes met again, this time an intense feel pulling them together. She shot him a smile which he met with his own, leaning in his seat. Clearing his throat, he scratched the back of his head. "So, how long you been living in this end of town?" he mumbled.

She shrugged. "Going on eight years, I think... I moved in a little after I had Kylie,"she said, twirling her finger atop the beer bottle. "What about you? I figured a cop would be living in a better looking building or house."

"Me too," he teased, staring down at his hands. "That's what happens when you get a divorce... Kinda puts a damper on your financial situation."

"Shitty," she said, sipping the last of her beer.

"But like I said... I came out alive."

"Last call," Al, the bartender called out. Staring at the clock behind her, Jon couldn't believe it was already one in the morning.

"It's that time already?" she smirked. "Well you wanna walk me home, officer?"

He smiled in response, following her as she stood to her feet. The two exited the bar, met with the crisp, cool air of a chilly early morning. Jon was close by her side as the two journeyed down the sidewalk leading straight to the apartment complex. Every now and then he'd find himself stealing a glance, as well as she.

He felt like he was in his sixteen year old self graced with pent up sexual frustration that really fucking sucked. Every chance meeting he had with her she'd either wore close to nothing or managed to keep up with his flirtatious vibe. She was something, which was still struck him as odd. They were polar opposites but he didn't care. This girl was exciting, and that's what he was all about.

"Cold?" He asked, smirking as she rubbed at her arms desperate for heat.

She nodded, looking at him from the corner of her eye. "I hate the cold... It's not my thing."

"Here," he said, slipping his jacket off and draping it over her shoulders, only leaving him in a dark blue long sleeved shirt.

"I don't wanna be your reason for freezing to death," she smiled.

He shrugged. "I'll live... Besides it ain't that cold, sweetheart," he cringed. Now he found himself handing out nicknames to this sexy, beautiful women he wanted knee deep in.

But she smiled, again unfazed. "Sweetheart? That what you call all your dates."

"Wanna know something?"

"What?"

"You're my first date in a long, long time," he hated to admit.

"How am I doing so far?" She asked as they approached the front doors of the complex. He slipped his key into the lock and with a quick turn he opened the door, letting her in first.

"Should be asking you instead since I've been out of it for a bit."

She laughed, pushing the elevator button in front of them. "Pretty good I'd say... I'd even say yes if you asked me again so you're doing something right."

He nodded as if he were proud. "Good to know... Cause I'm planning on asking," he said as they entered the elevator. She found herself closer then expected inside the confined space, staring up into his breath taking eyes. If he said another word in his raspy voice she swore she would have melted right then and there. "You asking?" She managed to ask, her throat dry and her heart pounding within her chest. This was exciting... She was excited. This man standing in front of her was nothing she had never experienced before, not even with Randy and Colby. Jon was like a gift, ready to fulfill some kind of fantasy or fetish deep in her mind. He was kind of a cop, for Christ sakes, or an Agent if the technical term mattered. Of course she was going to be excited by the Agent standing inches away from her, his warm breath bringing her back to reality.

"I did," he muttered, the slick confident in his voice sending her over the edge. If it weren't for the doors opening to reveal their floor she would have pressed her lips against his, adding to the pent up frustration hanging over their heads.